Geez, I thought I had posted these awhile ago, but apparently not since they were still in the "draft" form. All evidence points to the fact that I'm easily distracted at times.
Haaaa, as I was typing that sentence, I realized in a bit of a panic that I had forgotten about a grilled cheese sandwich which was now smokily burning in the frying pan. The distractions never end! I'm amazed I make it through the day sometimes.
This is back when the parental units were visiting.
So mom was a *little* out of practice with her baby feeding skills. Seems the only place Sarah didn't get food was in her eyes. However, you can imagine that those french manicured nails might make baby feeding a tad bit difficult. That's why I was out of the baby feeding loop. My nails are just too damned important.
Geez, now that I look at this, having dog-height tables of any kind are really quite useless eh? This is Harris trying to butter up my mom into giving him some food. Or some pets. Or hoping she'll let him lick her non-stop (she didn't).
Erm... are you going to share those snacks or did you just drive 26 hours to tease me? (man my dogs can be snots sometimes)
I love Adelaide's expression here - kinda stunned! Maybe it's all that pink on her head! She actually looks like she's saying "Please!! Help me Stacie - you hate pink, get this off me!!" (just kidding mom, they were lovely gifts).
Mummy Heather flashes a baby butt. These kids are so lucky to have their parents. They are learning some very important life skills that will carry them through... well, elementary school. When the fart jokes and butt humour are MOST appreciated.
Mom and Sean tending to the wee ones. Heather and my dad are doing what they do best... talking. :)
See, sometimes I let mom have a break from all the wood chopping. She did try and get away here, and ran halfway down the driveway but I was easily able to apprehend her on the 4-wheeler. I didn't want to break a sweat. Then I had no choice but to bring the chain out again. Hey, I warned her! She's a wily one.
The parental abode. I like when guests bring their own homes. And bathrooms. And durable outdoor carpets.
My dad and his fixation with burning. EVERYTHING. Heck, I'm still looking for things that have gone missing since he's left. Where are the dog food bags? Burned. My cardboard recycling? Burned. The PLASTIC from my mattress? Burned. In fact, come to think of it, I only count 13 dogs out there...
Get to work you guys!!! Whattaya think, this is a vacation or something???!!!
Dad tries to hug the gangliest dog in the neighbourhood. Harris knows grandma over there is a pushover and might pass on some edible goodness. Or he just can't control his gangly awkward legs.